K+ 'cause I'm paranoid.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock Holmes. *sobs*
Happy New Year
"You're quite sure you won't stay?"
"Quite."
"I could put on a pot of tea. Or open a bottle of brandy."
"No, thank you, I've got to check on Mary."
"Ah yes, familial obligations and all that…"
Standing in the light of the doorway of 221b Baker Street were two men, both covered in soot and mud, both completely convinced that their most recent escapade was nothing more than an evening fireworks show over the Thames.
The one standing in the doorway shrugged, taking a pipe out of his pocket and sticking it between his teeth, running a hand through his dark hair made darker by soot and the black of night.
"Well, if that's the way you'll have it." He stuck out his hand. "Always a pleasure, Watson."
The other man, wearing a suit that had once been gray but was now completely covered in mud, laughed somewhat sarcastically. "Was it, Holmes?" he questioned, as he shook the dark-haired man's hand.
The dark-haired man frowned, thinking. "I'm not quite sure," he mused. "Well, give Mary my best."
The man in the muddy suit laughed again as he walked away. "With me in this state? I'm not sure she'll accept it."
The dark-haired man smiled as he started to shut the door.
"Happy New Year, Watson," he murmured, letting the door swing shut.
The man in the muddy suit smiled as he started off down the street.
"Happy New Year, Holmes," he answered.
FIN
A/N: Lol, random New Year's Eve fun-ness.